I can't remember how the numbers went, you must've known the Caldwells then, they loved about 10 houses down, he was a telephone engineer, about 8 kids, they later moved to Fruithill Park. Do you remember who lived in the second house opposite? it was two ladies and a wee girl called Monica, I often wondered what happened to her. The wee girl was lovely but she never played with anyone else, used to come out when we'd all gone in at night Do you remember the Campbell in the house on the corner or Hawthorn Street and Iris St?

Knew Charlie Caldwell and family very well. Last I heard, Clare was running a catering business. The 2 ladies were Mary Kelly and her sister, Lizzie and I remember Lizzie Campbell. They were all great neighbours.

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Knew Charlie Caldwell and family very well. Last I heard, Clare was running a catering business. The 2 ladies were Mary Kelly and her sister, Lizzie and I remember Lizzie Campbell. They were all great neighbours.

Ive also put this on the Lounge under 'show me yours and i'll show you mine' but its about being an altar boy at CLONARD Monastry:Knocked this up after a few gargles:

Midnight mass and Oxford BroguesThe nicest clothes and sittin with roguesThe pews are full and the stench of beer Fills my heart with a sense of fearThe eve of our saviour is on us allAnd in the crib i see a doll in a shawlMy time is here on the altar tonightMy ma and da so full of delightBrother Dominic and Father O'donnellhave both conveyed that all will be wellthe stage is set and i'm ready to playi'm dressed to serve for Christmas dayFor I'm now a man of many yearsBut to think of that altar wells me with tearsSure them Oxford Brogues are no longer in fashionand my love for god is not such a passionBut I'll never forget the love of them peoplewho gathered beneath that great church steepleMidnight mass and Oxford Brogues at Clonard

Ive also put this on the Lounge under 'show me yours and i'll show you mine' but its about being an altar boy at CLONARD Monastry:Knocked this up after a few gargles:

Midnight mass and Oxford BroguesThe nicest clothes and sittin with roguesThe pews are full and the stench of beer Fills my heart with a sense of fearThe eve of our saviour is on us allAnd in the crib i see a doll in a shawlMy time is here on the altar tonightMy ma and da so full of delightBrother Dominic and Father O'donnellhave both conveyed that all will be wellthe stage is set and i'm ready to playi'm dressed to serve for Christmas dayFor I'm now a man of many yearsBut to think of that altar wells me with tearsSure them Oxford Brogues are no longer in fashionand my love for god is not such a passionBut I'll never forget the love of them peoplewho gathered beneath that great church steepleMidnight mass and Oxford Brogues at Clonard

Well said that man.I remember going into midnight mass in the late 60s and the male voice singing "Down on your knees oh hear the angel voices",not a word was spoken, even the gallery at the doors were quiet.The singer was a local guy worthy of La scala.

Aye some great tunes belted out from there on Midnight masses.One year the star above the altar fell on top of us all as we kneeled there waiting for communion.Use to love going there...big part of my life that was!